Paragons: Friendly Fire

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Paragons: Friendly Fire
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Shepard moved through the charred, dead brush silently, looking down near her feet at the tracks she'd been following. She surveyed her surroundings, chuckling a little at the thought that she had volunteered for this position. She could see now, observing the fields of ash and fire, why nobody else had stepped forward to be stationed in the Searing Gorge. She had never visited the region before, and supposed curiosity had gotten the best of her in this situation. She heard a branch snap, and her eyes immediately darted to face the sound. It had come from just down the hill she stood atop. Slowly, she crept forward and looked down. Her breath caught in her chest.

A stag. A stag with silver fur, walking across the field.

“What’re you doing here?” she wondered to herself. Until now, the only game she had seen were the rabid, vicious worgs the Blackrock orcs bred, and vile scorpids that hunted at night. Neither of those provided very good meat, and after stomaching them for months, venison sounded fantastic. She readied her bow, bringing the animal into her sights. She paused a moment, being unable to help but notice that the beast seemed to be looking around, as if searching for something. She shook her head, and let the arrow fly. The bolt found its mark in the rear haunches of the stag, who let out a bellow of pain and began attempting to flee. Shepard readied another shot to finish the animal. But then, slowly, the hoarse cries of pain began to change, becoming less coarse. Hooves began to grow and extend into fingers, and antlers began to rapidly shrink. It was then that she realized that the roars of pain had become screams of pain.

“Damn it all to hell!” the beast screamed in this new voice. Shepard was pale, frozen in confusion and shock. Now, where the stag had once stood, a small purple-skinned humanoid lay, gripping at the arrow on his rear. “Damn, damn, damn! Ahhhh!” The night elf kicked helplessly, cringing. Finally, Shepard regained focus and slid down the hill, approaching him quickly. He looked up at her, eyeing her bow and glaring at her. “You!” Shepard shook her head, covering her mouth with one hand.

“I’m so sorry! I thought you were-”

“What?” he asked in irritation.

“A… you know, I thought you were an animal!” She said, examining the wound.

“I was an animal! What’s your point?!” He swatted at her hand. “Don’t touch!” Shepard grunted in frustration.

“I’m trying to help you!”

“You’re trying to help me? Because ten seconds ago, you shot an arrow into my ass!”

“It was an accident! Just let me help!” she pleaded in frustration. The elf eyed her suspiciously, but finally nodded.

“Just… yank it out,” he spat. She shook her head.

“It’s a razor-tip arrow. If I just pull it out, it’ll hurt much worse and do more damage.”

“Just do it, trust me,” he said, rolling his eyes. She sighed and gripped the arrow.

“One, two…” with one quick motion, she ripped the arrow from his flesh. The elf fell into another fit of swearing and screaming, but recovered after several moments. “Now you’re bleeding too much!” He waved a hand dismissively, placing it over the wound. Shepard couldn’t help but crack a smile at the sight, but stopped when his hand began to glow green. He softly spoke words in a language she didn’t recognize or understand, and finally stopped, rolling onto his back and exhaling.

“Much better,” he said, laughing a bit. He looked over at her. “Del,” he stated plainly.

“I… what?”

“My name. It’s Del,” he said, smiling and slowly standing up, cringing just a bit before shaking his leg, as if to literally shake off the pain. He extended a hand to her, which she reluctantly took, raising an eyebrow.

“Shepard, SI:7,” she replied. Del gave an almost sarcastic look of impression.

“Very nice to meet you, Shepard, SI:7,” he saluted her, which she knew was sarcasm. She frowned.

“What are you doing out here, kid? Especially looking like a deer.” Del frowned, waving a finger at her.

“First of all, I was a stag! A deer is a female. Second, I’m not a kid!” Shepard only snorted in response. “Hey! I’ve lived eight of your people’s lifetimes, lady!”

“You’re… 800? You’re 800 years old?” She said skeptically. Del scoffed.

“Humans…” He turned around, looking toward the massive mountain in the distance. “So, Shepard… what brings you out here?” He asked, still staring at the mountain.

“What business is it of yours?” she retorted. He grinned.

“However it may have affected me, your aim is good. And I may or may not be in need of some help.” She shook her head.

“I’m here in the defense of Stormwind and her people,” she said plainly.

“Ah, of course, I understand. Carry on with… the defense of Stormwind and all that then,” he said, simply waving and turning to walk away. “A soldier is too rigid for a real adventure anyway I guess.” Shepard frowned.

“What adventure?” Del turned, feigning disinterest.

“Hm? Oh, nothing, no… Just a quest to recover an artifact of my people from the hands of a small army of orcs inside a mountain of molten lava and other various dangers.” He smirked.

“Orcs… Blackrocks?” she said curiously. He simply nodded slowly, smiling. “Thinning Blackrock numbers is always a good thing. But I’m not sure I can just set out with you on a whim like that. Where is this artifact exactly?” Del stopped and thought.

“Well… finding it will be part of the fun,” he laughed. She sighed.

“Okay, Del…” she looked up at the mountain. “I’ll head up there with you, and see how it goes. If for no other reason, to kill some Blackrocks and maybe find some food that isn’t stringy worg meat.”

“Fair enough!” he said loudly, clapping his hands together. They began towards the path into the mountain, and as they did, Delthras Everwood couldn’t help but feel that this was only the beginning of something much greater. And that couldn’t have made him happier.

(This is the first portion of what will be a long-term RP with me a couple friends with the working title "Paragons". Because our actions are going to be very "epic" and adventurous, we ourselves are not considering portions of our RP canon for others. This means that when interacting with most other characters, we will not recognize some of our past actions, such as ones that involved major lore characters or general "saving the world" type things. However, we'll still be sharing the stories here. Please do keep in mind that this is meant for nothing other than entertainment, and again, is not canon for anyone but ourselves or others who ask to be involved. Please enjoy! And feel free to leave comments, suggestions or otherwise ^_^)